Novel & Cerita Maafkan Ayah Nak

It was from Malama Aisha… Me: Hello ma… MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?) Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?) MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?) Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)… MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)… Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…

"Oh Mark, I don't know what to say to you, baby.” "Just say good night.” I replied, getting up "I just want to sleep and for this shitty day to be over.” "That you're angry doesn't give you the right to say bad words, young man.” Dad reprimanded me "But I'll let it go just for today, good night, kid.” I leaned forward for Mom to kiss me on the forehead and said goodbye to both of them. spite. What a detestable word.

“It’s all my fault. I’m the one to be blamed for the distance between us. I’ve failed you as a father, Joslyn, and instead of manning up to make amends, I’ve been nothing but a coward and avoiding my responsibilities. “When I should’ve been our family’s pillar, been the emotionally strong one, the one comforting you and reaffirming our hopes, I’ve been nothing but a wimp, drowning my sorrows in the worst possible ways; in ways your mother would never have approved of. And I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so so sorry. Forgive your fuck-up of a father.”

"You're useless‼" Mahen snapped, welcoming Atma's arrival. Atma looked lazily at his father; he didn't understand why the old man was scolding him. He remained silent and did not respond to the words of the middle-aged man in front of him. "Why are you silent?" "Is it appropriate for a parent to welcome the arrival of his child with anger?" Atma said it sarcastically. "Is it appropriate for a child not to want to help his father's company?"

scolded my husband this time, his eyes were on me, I felt him gazing at me while I was keenly attentive to my plate full of untouched meal, “Lana, you don’t have to misbehave with your, don’t punish her for my faults,” Dad finally decided to let a sentence out, “Fault? You call it a fault?” I blurted out in shock, “Yes, fault; for not taking good care of you. I’ve failed as a father for not giving you the protection y-you wanted, I failed you my munchkin, your Dad is deeply sorry my little girl, you still belong to----”

Wrapped around his neck. "Am sorry Love. Please forgive your Dad. Please". Gabriel cupped his face. Ayaan was lost of words. "Dad"? "Yes love. Dad. Call me dad please. I will never scold you. I will never leave you alone. I will never let to cry. I will play with you love. Please forgive your dad". "Da... Dad". Ayaan said in a broken and unsure voice and that was all it required for both of them to melt into each other's arms.

"So the two of you are mad at each other?" "Yeah, you can put it that way. But actually, I'm not mad at her. I can never be. I think she's the one that's mad at me. I hurt her pretty bad and I don't know if she would be able to forgive me or if she would want anything to do with me anymore. I really fucked up, Kaylee." "Don't be sad, Daddy. Arianna is a very nice person. Tell her you are sorry and buy her some really nice things. I'm sure she will be your friend again."

her father began with a slight cough, "you're probably wondering why we're here. I must confess that even I don't know what exactly we're here to do. Perhaps an appropriate word might be that we're here to console you, but I believe it's been long overdue. Over a decade ago, we might have had the right to sympathize with you. But we couldn't do that before, and that will remain the greatest regret of our past. We have failed you, as your parents and as your guardians. Our sole purpose on this earth was to protect you, and we couldn't even fulfill that. I am ashamed to look you in the eye and know that you will never look at me the same." He paused, drawing in a heavy breath. Afrah noticed hi

he said. “Sorry,” I whispered. “You do not have to be sorry.” “Then what do I have to be?” Quiet. Then: “Just… honest.” That word hit harder than it should have. I swallowed down a hundred words that wanted to spill out. That I could not say. Not here. Not now. So I just turned over, forcing myself to keep my back to him. “Goodnight, Father,” I said, my voice barely holding together. After a pause, he answered. “Goodnight, Ezra.” Except I did not sleep. Not for a long time.

"Yes... Yes, I want that" "But what do we do? We can't go your way tonight because you were an especially bad girl earlier, raising your voice at your daddy" "I... I am sorry, daddy." I apologized. "Know what I say? Sorry doesn't fix everything but a good lesson will..." His last word came with a spank on my pussy. "Ah fuck!" I cried out with the sudden pleasure music with a sharp tinge of pain. "Da... Daddy" I whimpered his name.